Saturday 28 March 2009 Gift from The Bildook!
*Edit*
Hmm.. For some reason it's not animating as it should.
try this URL instead.
http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/430/doozy.gif
Thursday 19 March 2009 Thoughts about the last post.
Hm.. Seems like reacting like I do about bitches like that must be a swedish thing.
Or is it?
Or is it?
Wednesday 18 March 2009 Rage.
I just got this really sickening feeling.
Then I noticed that "My Super Sweet 16" was on MTV in the background.
It all makes sense then.
I'w willing to spend the rest of my life exterminating every god-damned bitch ass of those spoiled bitches. They have everything, more or less, and their fucked up parents pays for everything them freaks want.
And they still have the god-damned guts to bitch about how everything in their life sucks. So they screw their fathers and blackmail them so that he must put up a fuckhuge party - just for them.
I go into ragemode, just freezing up infront of the tv. Building up rage and unable to move until it ends.
People like them makes me lose all hope for this world. This planet will never recover and flourish aslong as those fucks walk the planet.
...
Now some bitch is going to hire personal protection for herself.
Why would anyone ever want to harm a totally unknown bit-... Oh, I see. Nevermind.
She also gets a new Porsche. And a Custom job on it. Just the custom jub will cost more than 100 grand. That's more than the god-damned car itself.
And NOW her dad said "I don't know.. this might be a bit over the top."
But he still said yes! God-damned fuckface.
And she's arriving to the party by helicopter. And two more for her two friends.
ARGH!
I can't take this!
The tv is going out the window if I keep watching.
I can't think of anything that I hate more than those people.
Not even Paris Hilton.
Fuck.
Then I noticed that "My Super Sweet 16" was on MTV in the background.
It all makes sense then.
I'w willing to spend the rest of my life exterminating every god-damned bitch ass of those spoiled bitches. They have everything, more or less, and their fucked up parents pays for everything them freaks want.
And they still have the god-damned guts to bitch about how everything in their life sucks. So they screw their fathers and blackmail them so that he must put up a fuckhuge party - just for them.
I go into ragemode, just freezing up infront of the tv. Building up rage and unable to move until it ends.
People like them makes me lose all hope for this world. This planet will never recover and flourish aslong as those fucks walk the planet.
...
Now some bitch is going to hire personal protection for herself.
Why would anyone ever want to harm a totally unknown bit-... Oh, I see. Nevermind.
She also gets a new Porsche. And a Custom job on it. Just the custom jub will cost more than 100 grand. That's more than the god-damned car itself.
And NOW her dad said "I don't know.. this might be a bit over the top."
But he still said yes! God-damned fuckface.
And she's arriving to the party by helicopter. And two more for her two friends.
ARGH!
I can't take this!
The tv is going out the window if I keep watching.
I can't think of anything that I hate more than those people.
Not even Paris Hilton.
Fuck.
Tuesday 17 March 2009 Hms.
After seeing Jombas new layout, I got inspired and played around too.
Comments on the new layout, please.
Not sure if it's a stay or not yet.
Comments on the new layout, please.
Not sure if it's a stay or not yet.
Monday 9 March 2009 I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud.
I'm chaos international
The writing on the wall
A Lazarus in parable
A dark and sullen lullaby
Whispered softly as you die
Promising torments are nigh
Danger warning levels hissed out loud
I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud
Now I'm reeling from the shock at ground zero
If yesterday you would have stood up proud
Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd?
I'll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking...
The foetus of a new day kicking
It's true that Jesus cannot save
I'm rising from the grave
To put my double cross to shame
A poison rush, a heart attack
A white assassin painted black
You'll fear this reaper coming back
Danger warning levels hissed out loud
I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud
Now I'm reeling from the shock at ground zero
If yesterday you would have stood up proud
Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd?
I'll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking...
On a night like this
You laid the serpent's kiss
In this garden of Gethsemane
You played the traitor well...
In a dawn to come
I will blind the sun
To grant you pardon as my enemy
Before damning you to hell...
Still I'm dying with every step I take, but I don't look back
Maybe we could make it all right
We could make it better sometime
Maybe we could make it happen baby
We could keep trying
but things will never change
So I don't look back
Still I'm dying with every step I take
But I don't look back
Just a little, little bit better
Good enough to waste some time
Tell me would it make you happy baby
We could keep trying
but things will never change
So I don't look back
Still I'm dying with every step I take
But I don't look back
We could keep trying
but things will never change
So I don't look back
Still I'm dying with every step I take
But I don't look back
And it hurts with every heartbeat
And it hurts with every heartbeat
And it hurts with every heartbeat
And it hurts with every heartbeat
And it hurts with every heartbeat
And it hurts with every heartbeat
And it hurts with every heartbeat
And it hurts with every heartbeat
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